SIR_NoNChalant

He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different.
Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. 
Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.

EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR

The room we were sent to was a dorm. It had everything we needed. It had beds and a small bathroom, that was all. The only thing that made it better was the colors of the room, everything else was black and cold, but the room was different, way different. The four beds were in bunk format, one on each side of the room so narrow we couldn't stand side by side, no matter who it was. The frame was white and the mattresses were teal. There was one discrepancy though, there was only four beds. As we all sat in the room waiting, three to one side and four to the other, the tensions were high, so high not even I could look over it. No words were said, but the stares spoke volumes.


"Training ground, now." A familiar voice rung in my head, and I wasn't the only one.


"I'm not... high right now... right?" Daniel held my shoulder as if he was an elder indeed of his cane.


"No, I don't believe so." Jane knocked herself over the head a couple of times, lightly of course.


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